Back.
it's nice to be back at home. From the smoke free restaurants and the evidence of more Asians who don't give you furtive looks...those sideway glances that beg of contact yet are too afraid to do so.
We took the long way home. The freakin' 16 hour one. 8.5 hours to Detroit from Paris. 4 hours from Detroit to San Francisco. the 2 hour layover in Detroit. Someone asked us why we didn't take the direct 10 hour flight. Well, it was out of budget. We were pretty delirious towards the end of the night to be honest. We started quoting supertroopers (I want a 1 liter of cola), talking about what kind of food we want next (again we go back to sushi), and how good it's going to feel to take a shower.
My stomach issues didn't resolve themselves in Rome. The severe upset stomach came back on the plane (pretty fresh, huh), and I was making return trips to the toilet like there was no tomorrow. I ate a meal at home, and sadly i was leary of the aftereffects.
Cary on the other hand came home and passed out after eating. Straight up. i had to get through Lost because I had to know! It was almost 2Am by the time I went to sleep, but at the very least I knew what was going on.
For now I feel like the walking dead. Someone who is clearly exhausted, wondering if I can make it through my work retreat tomorrow, and after checking the 225 emails I got over the vacation from work, if I have time to work it out with everyone who wants my time. It was nice to have my own sense of time over the last few weeks, and I'm glad to have been able to do that, but like all vacations you need one from one, right?
So it's 8:30 in the morning, and I'm going to catch up with Heroes now. thank god for DVRS.
Rome postcards were went on Wednesday (sorry, lagging)...so check your boxes in a week!
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